"If you can, you're welcome," grunted Dick under his breath.
Swat! It was the first ball driven in. Had there been a fence
around the field that fair drive would have gone over it. How
it soared and then flew! The right fielder who followed that
ball was nervous from the start. He panted as he fell upon the
ball.
"Throw it to third!" yelled Teall.
"Just at that instant Dan Dalzell was nearing the home plate,
which Tom and Greg had already passed. Prescott's ankle turned
slightly or he would have got in ahead of the ball.
"Runner out at third," called Tozier in a singsong voice. "Side
out!"
"Yet who cared?" Dick's wonderful blow on the leather had brought
three men in safe.
The Souths followed at bat. One, two, three, Prescott struck
them out. Ted Teall's face looked solemn, indeed.
"Wells, we've simply got to hold these fellows down," grunted
Teall to his catcher in the brief conference for which there was
time. "We don't want to be walloped by a score of ninety-four
to two."
"I haven't let anything get by me, have I?" grunted the catcher.
"No; but signal for some of my new ones."
"I don't want to put a crimp in your wing," muttered Wells.
"That's all right. It's a tough wing. Don't let the Centrals
score anything on us in this inning.
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